I'm supposed to be happy about this. And there's no sense in denying it, I am. I really wasn't expecting that, which made it that much nicer. In part it still doesn't feel final to a large degree. Everything is still up in the air. Until I get physical, tangible, typewritten proof of this, for all I know they might call back and say "oh, I'm sorry, that was just a joke; you lose."
But, looking at it logically, this is legitimate. And I'm just not sure how to feel about it right now. Yes, I'm happy. Ecstatic, to a point, although you wouldn't notice that if you looked at me in this moment. My eyes are about to slip shut, my body is draped haphazardly over a chair in a way that can serve only to just barely support my weight in this position.
So I'll let it sink it. I'll give myself until tomorrow or the day after when I've actually woken up and things have started to sink in to really make a decision as far as my reactions. The one thing I possibly don't like about this is that it largely locks me in place. It makes this the clearly superior option, and I don't know that I want to necessarily shut all the others out. But I guess we'll see with time.
It's been a long day. I'm sorry for the lack of good posts but believe me my mind is just not in the right place. Maybe (hopefully) tomorrow. Especially if I manage to catch up on any work at all, which would be really, really nice given how badly that needs to happen in the near future.
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